Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 518 - Chapter 518 518. Shameful Childhood Memory_1

Chapter 518: 518. Shameful Childhood Memory_1 Chapter 518: 518. Shameful Childhood Memory_1 Seventh Uncle also felt helpless:

“You, a young man pushing the mill, can still end up like this. Have you considered whether you could do it properly?”

“Besides, I was planning to stir-fry some soybeans as a snack tonight, and someone needs to flip the beans… are you still going to eat if you’re like this?”

Seventh Uncle cooking at night was purely overtime work, and he didn’t have the patience for flipping beans; it needed someone to slowly roast them.

He couldn’t bear to have Qiaoqiao work overtime late into the night either.

“I’ll eat!” Zhang Yanping sprang up quickly: “I can’t lift my arms, but I can still use the stir fry ladle, and there’s nothing wrong with my mouth.”

…

Qiaoqiao had already set up the phone bracket in the corner, the rear camera capturing an unobstructed view of the situation in the yard.

Including the bucket of yellow clay he was showing off up close.

“Make sure you all see this clearly, ok? The clay has to be just like this. If the clay isn’t good,” Seventh Uncle said, “what’s made with it will spoil easily and won’t taste good.”

[Guys, did you notice? A whole bucket of clay, just now the host’s sister carried it with one hand, and now Teacher Qiaoqiao is also carrying it with one hand.]

[What, did their family grow up eating power pills?]

[So it’s not that I’m weak, it’s just that they are too strong, right?]

[This clearly comes from actual farm work exercise.]

[I get the principle, but why is Host Qiaoqiao still so pale?]

[This shows that Host Qiaoqiao is really busy on a daily basis and definitely doesn’t stage things.]

[Lol, stage things. Have you guys forgotten the price of the peaches sold by the host’s family last time? With the time spent staging, who knows how much money could have been earned.]

And at this moment, Seventh Uncle also called out, “Qiaoqiao, are you ready? If so, come wash the duck eggs.”

“Ready!” Qiaoqiao cheerfully carried a basket of duck eggs out of the kitchen, then sat down by the sink, brushing each one clean with a little toothbrush.

And she didn’t forget to speak into the microphone in front of her chest, “Do all the kids see this? The duck eggs are covered in mud, grass, and duck droppings, so we must brush them clean before pickling. You need to use a toothbrush and gently scrub…”

While speaking, his hands were constantly moving; he efficiently brushed the eggs to reveal their clean, faintly greenish hue before carefully placing them into a bowl:

“You must be careful not to crack them–oh no!”

Just as he finished speaking, one of the eggs slipped from his hand with a “clang” against the stainless steel edge of the bowl.

“It’s cracked!” he said, rather frustrated.

“No worries,” Seventh Uncle brought out an empty bowl, “if it’s cracked, it’s cracked. We’ll use it to fry with lunch–besides, I want to see if the duck egg is fresh enough?”

“I also want to see what fresh looks like.” Teacher Qiaoqiao asked very meticulously.

So, the egg was quickly cracked open, and the contents dropped into the bowl–clear egg white and reddish-orange yolk, wobbling in the bowl, exceptionally bright.

Especially seen through the camera lens, it made many viewers envious:

[The duck egg looks so good!]

[Definitely farm raised duck eggs, the ones sold in our supermarkets are 1.8 yuan each, and the yolks aren’t like this at all.]

[Knowledge has been gained! Duck egg yolks are indeed redder than chicken egg yolks.]

[The egg white is so translucent and shiny!]

Seventh Uncle also inspected it and said, “Not bad, it’s fresh, with no spread yolk. Keep doing what you’re doing, if any crack, just drop them straight into the bowl.”

“Alright.” Qiaoqiao nodded, and then promised solemnly, “I’ll be even more careful.”

Then she resumed her focused work on washing the duck eggs.

However, focused as she was, she inevitably forgot about the live stream. Especially after she had explained the key points of washing the eggs, she didn’t speak anymore, so the only sounds in the yard, besides the occasionally indistinct conversation, were the scrubbing noises she made as she diligently washed.

The live chat room began to buzz again–

[Isn’t the host supposed to interact with us?]

[Isn’t this interaction?]

[Where’s the interaction?]

[Everyone else is still in the frame! Normally, I don’t know where they’d be at this time.]

[Don’t you think your expectations of the host are a bit low?]

[Not low! This is Teacher Qiaoqiao’s specialty, and we love it.]

[Stop fighting, guys! Just get some good sleep, this noise is really like white noise, a sleep-inducing miracle.]

[Those of you who are sleeping, reflect on this. The live room’s popularity can never soar if you’re sleeping and not firing off bullet comments.]

[But sleeping well is such a bliss…]

Everyone was chattering and chatting amongst themselves, entertaining themselves.

Qiaoqiao quickly washed a big basket of duck eggs clean, then took them to dry on a winnowing basket:

“How long does it need to be dried?”

He whispered to Seventh Uncle.

Seventh Uncle, who was busy scrolling through Douyin, didn’t even look up, “It’s hot, just dry until the water evaporates. Don’t dry them too long–and while you’re at it, go crush the yellow clay into small pieces.”

“Look at your sister, she does such rough work. She digs up huge chunks, can’t she smash it a bit while digging and then ladle it into the bucket?”

“No way!”

Qiaoqiao disagreed, “Digging the clay was my job to begin with, my sister did it out of concern for me and even carried it down the mountain for me!”

Seventh Uncle: …Right, right, right.

You little fool, as long as you’re happy.

“Go and crush the clay. I’m going to boil some water and cook some spices.”

Only then did Qiaoqiao move out of the way.

The clay was dumped into a big basin, and he just needed to use a small shovel to break the clods apart; there wasn’t much technical difficulty involved.

Meanwhile, Seventh Uncle poured star anise, bay leaves, and Sichuan peppercorns into the boiling water, at the same time expressing his thoughts, “Tantan, I remember you had a Star Anise Tree, and also two Sichuan peppercorn trees, right? Haven’t had time to check on them for a while, how are they doing?”

“They are thriving.”

There were only those three trees, which had been obtained through bargaining when needed, and no one in the family had paid them any attention. Song Tan estimated, “Anyway, this year we should harvest quite a bit, enough for our whole family.”

“Good,” Seventh Uncle pondered the flavor, “When the time comes, keep two big fish. We’ll make sauerkraut fish with the green Sichuan peppercorns. And make spicy fish with the red ones.”

Song Tan: …How about we go catch a couple of fish today!

…

It was only after Qiaoqiao had pounded the clay into small pieces that Seventh Uncle removed the spices from the pot, poured in a bag of salt and stirred vigorously until it dissolved completely, and then scooped it out to mix with cold water.

He then took out a bottle of cheap liquor, Erguotou.

“Mix everything together, add water as you judge fit, don’t make it too thin, it has to coat the duck eggs.”

Whatever he said, Qiaoqiao carried out to the letter.

So the live room audience saw him smashing the soil, struggling with a bucket of water, and then slowly starting to mix the mud…

[To be honest, this looks kind of fun.]

[This is only now, back in my day we used to mix mud with urine.]

[The person in front, what sort of abominable words are you spouting?]

[Is that so strange? If you think it’s weird, you must be quite young. Folks like me, when we were kids, we’d pee and play with the mud ourselves.]

[The shameful memories of my childhood are attacking me again.]

[On rainy days, I used to love making a puddle in the dirt road and patting the mud-water until it softened.]

[I was different, I loved sniffing car exhaust, but now I get carsick.]

[Same, I loved the scent of car exhaust, chasing behind the cars…]